We can start with the Nats: Even if you are in last place, you can still come up with some remarkable baseball.  On Saturday, Daylen Liles hits an inside the park home run to win the game in the 11th inning. And yesterday, Jacob Young makes two amazing catches in center field. For one (believe it or not), even he cannot reach the ball, but he can kick it before it hits the ground, and he kicks it ….. into his glove. And then, in the bottom of the 9th, he leaps over the wall to grab what would otherwise be a home run.

We can move to the restaurant: We had dinner last night with friends at Bistro Aracosia on MacArthur Blvd. If you are up on your trivia, you might know that Aracosia is the name given during the time of Alexander the Great to a portion of Northern Afghanistan. If you knew this, you might guess that this was an Afghan restaurant. And you would be correct. It is also an excellent restaurant, one of the best, and my Chicken Labuan proves it once again. For some old Washingtonians, the restaurant is still Listrani’s. For those, here is a secret. Listrani’s is alive and well. In McLean. And, oh, yes, so is Aracosia – another branch of the one in DC.

If all of this is in McLean, why live in DC? What do we have that they don’t have? Yes, you guessed the answer. We have the National Guard.

Okay, let’s go next to the National Guard. Why do we (still) have members of the Guard strolling DC, spending their time talking on the phone to their spouses? They are forbidden to assist in law enforcement. So what is their job? It seems like their biggest job is picking up trash. In fact, that may be their only job. And it is a helpful one. It keeps the city cleaner and it gives them experience in bending, so that – when they are called out to do it – they will feel able to pick the tomato crop with the best of them.

Finally, for today, the Charlie Kirk memorial ceremony, which I did not watch. I am going to look at what some of the speakers said, and I am not worried about the religious references, I don’t think, at this type of event. It seems like Erika Kirk did herself proud. Unexpectedly so, when she said she forgave her husband’s killer.

On the other hand, Donald (“I hate my opponents”) Trump disgraced himself once again.

My current vision? Donald is arrested, dressed in a white shirt, too long tie, and a suit jacket. He is not wearing trousers. Just white boxer shorts. He is forced to kneel and put his head in the stakes in the town square, his arms tied behind his back, a target tattooed on his forehead. Each of the 349 million Americans (or at least all those 3 years old or older) slowly walk by him and throw a ripe tomato at his face. Each time he is hit, he has to say, “I love my opponents.”

When the final American has thrown the final tomato, he is set out to pasture and allowed live out his final days in solitude.

What is your vision? And can you get mine out of your mind?